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I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me. I remembered each flash as time began to blur. Like a startling sign. That fate had finally found me. And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean. Let the thoughts cross the distance in your eyes. Give me reason to fill this hole, connect this space between. Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.